Going, Going, Gone (Pt. 1)

Still hooked on cellophane,
Hanging 'round the mall, and all.
Each penny numbs the pain.
Sends you gently for the fall.
I followed you last night,
I saw you turn your lights out.
I know it wasn't right,
I watched in fear and doubt.

It's gotten to be that way,
(Going, going, gone.)
What did you do today?
(Going, going, gone.)

Look good in that red dress,
I bet the boyfriend's happy,
Your face is scarred with age,
You're twenty-three but, how can that be?
Still hooked on cellophane,
Killing time with Gin and lime.
Each second numbs the pain,
Love's just another rhyme.